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The 603rd Cadian “the Emperor’s Chosen”, a regiment of many home worlds and guardsmen, tested in the forges of combat many times over now faced perhaps its greatest challenge. Last aboard their transport fleet, they were to head to the world of Qulora Prime to put down heretical secessionists only to experience some strange warp anomaly as they passed. Their ships buckled and moaned, testing their faith in the god emperor, until something happened. Within milliseconds, the Warp preformed its foul trickery on the regiment, sending them somewhere completely different. When they awoke, they found themselves on the floor of some massively blown up house, shrunk down to miniature sizes with a whole new accompaniment of Imperial civilians, all equally scared and afraid of their new situation.

It had been several hours since the first “arrival”, the vast majority of the regiment was accounted for even a number of armored vehicles found, still operational and combat ready minus some dents. The civilians were calmed, priests and sisters hospitallersleading them in a mass prayer. A few guardsmen took part in the congregation, but many had been busy getting acclimated to their new environment.

Scouting parties of Sentinels and Venators had been dispatched, the first major issue being an ascension of stairs, too large for the walkers and vehicles to safely traverse down and back up. Flyers would have to be used to preform recon runs at a later date. Presuming there was at least two floors, the rest of the “upper floor” was being scouted as the situation back at the 603rd’s new home was slowly improving.

With an enclosed roof over their heads, bedrolls could be laid out in the open without much worry. Although the carpet was soft enough to the point that some were more than content to just sleeping on the floor. Very, very basic defenses had been set up, heavy support weapons had been strategically placed around their nearby area (most was pointed towards the large open doorway for obvious reasons). As armored vehicles began to move about in greater quantities however, it would be then that the 603rd they were certainly not alone.

On either side of the bed, in the night tables laid two different tribal settlements. Up against the wall was the White Hawks and across the way by the window was the more civilized Council of Sunlight. After dispatching Sororitas diplomats with guards to either tribe, the 603rd learned a few things about their immediate neighbors. Both groups walked the lands of the Great House long before the guard did, a progenitor people if you would. The Council of Sunlight was a handful of different tribes at one point who all lived peacefully amongst each other in the “Mother’s Den”. Then the war-like White Hawks invaded from downstairs and easily swept over the unprepared tribes. After a bloody and brutal battle which still stained some parts of the carpet to this day, the tribes of the Den came together to form the Council and held their ground against that of the White Hawks before coming to an assumed peace between the two sides.

Of the two, General Karthis viewed the Council more favorably as they were just generally more friendly plus they worshipped a sun god, a god that could easily be seen as the God-Emperor making them more willing converts to the Imperial Cult. The Hawks on the other hand, they seemed like the bunch that did not seem to be keen on having tea with people. They would have to be dealt with before they became a permeant thorn in the side of the 603rd but for right now they were not taking any actions against the regiment and its new host of civilians and were much more pressing matters, matters of Chaos.

From the second they arrived here, the pious men and women could just feel like there was something off. After consulting with several priests and looking at readings from various machines, it was determined, there was definitely the taint of the Warp in this great building. The age old enemy of the Imperium had followed them here somehow for some reason. Some suspected the large circular object was the source of it and wanted to destroy it. But after the techpriests poked around with it and discovered it could be used as a potentially limitless energy source, any deconstruction attempts were banned and it became one of the first fortified areas, the HQ Baneblade, the Righteous Divinity was parked next to it, its big guns keeping a steadfast watch of their prized plate.

As the civilians slowly found shelter in the shade of a massive desk, things beagn the long, slow tedious process of getting settled. Filling up sandbags with dusts laying around and other small bits of paint and loose carpet strainds, defenses started to look slightly more formidable especially with rolls of barbed wire being rolled out; talks of mine fields rages within the Righteous Divinity. There were still problems yet to be faced but those would be handled soon enough. For now they were safe and secure (by Imperial Guard standards anyways), thank the god-emperor for that.

The hard work and preperation to go fight a dug in group of Trade Federation droids, they had been bombarding them for days, and had finally decided to end the siege. Just before marching though they suddenly had found themselves in a strange place, what seemed to be the family room of a home, except for in this case their entire force was small enough to fit atop a coffee table. Master Van looked around in circles, staring at the ceiling, staring at all the enormous furniture around him and frowning heavily. "Damn. Where are we? Ace give me readings." He said as he turned towards a clone trooper passing close by.

"Of course General Van, we are reading everything as normal, except especially high levels of energy coming from a metallic plate set in the center of this platform. We are reading life signs nearby north, and east. Troopers have seen several examples of these life forms across this platform from us on that other structure against the wall with the large screen." He says pointing towards several rather primitive looking beings staring over at the new arrivals. All around Clone troopers were going about the business of checking vehicles, and each other. Jedi were meditating trying to sense something new, anything.

"Well.. Let's get defenses set up. I want artillery ready for anything! Troops beginning patrols. I want the underside of this platform barricaded with whatever you can find." He turned and looked towards his fellow Jedi before walking towards Viiila and giving a deep sigh. "Get me three LAATs in the air. Ten troopers each accompanied by a Padawan. I want one going up those stairs, one into that hall over there, and one heading into that open area." He said pointing last towards the dining room. "No landing.. No interactions with anyone, simply scout out, and if things get dangerous have them come home. Combat only in defense."

Staring for a few moments was the only thing Viiila could do in response, finally as Master Van began to walk away she spoke up. "Master What about the other local denizens. To the north, and to the east?" She asked with a raised brow.

Master van stopped for a moment and went deep into though. "Send Keflo and a hundred troopers to the north. You take a hundred and go east. Meet with these people learn who they are and see if we cannot come to agreements while we are stuck here. If either of them give you a hard time, or attack you. I want you to defend yourself as needed. Make them become more docile through force."

A look of surprise and concern grew across Viiila's face and she slowly shook her head. "Master Van, I fear how much of a military man you are becoming." She turned, and began going about her duties as she was commanded. The entire while vehicles were being moved around, AV-7s positioned evenly around the table all of them ready to fire at a moment's notice. Other vehicles were being moved to underneath it as troops began to make up quick barricades that they pulled from inside of their tanks, and setting up automatic heavy blasters atop them to use against any enemy infantry. Missile troops were on guard as well prepared for anything stronger. In the meantime the sound of troops preparing to go forth out into the unknown.



The stairs were a blur underneath the LAAT as it flew as close to the ceiling as possible, Padawan Kalla standing on the edge staring at the rather primitive mechanical constructs that had been built by the locals. Pursing her lips she shook her head a bit, her thoguhts going a hundred mile and hour as she considered the possibilities of how they had ended up in such a place. She spied several of those primitives moving around and pointing up at their ship as they passed from sector six into sector seven, she let her eyes gaze over the view of the laundry machines and shook her head with a laugh. "This is... So surreal." Her head turning slightly as she for a moment spied something that looked like a very large reptile off towards a rather large doorway.

Quickly though the LAAT was in sector 8, and Kalla found herself staring at a rather large, more modern force as far as her own group's technology was concerned, though it seemed more of a mix of old and new. Men in a rather uniform military appearance, large tracked vehicles, as well as aerial ones. She pursed her lips for a moment, and pointed. "Get us closer. I want a better look." Slowly the LAAT got closer to the doorway leading to Sector 9, and Kalla stared at the people within, and slowly shook her head. "Alright. I think it might be best to head back and report what we have found."



One of the easiest scoutings, this was a direct neighboring area, though it didn't seem to be too large. Regardless it needed to be done, and Taka'ki had been chosen for the job. She sat at the edge of the open side of the LAAT as it moved at a rather slow pace into Sector 5, going towards the open bathroom door first, the ten troopers either holding onto bars on the ceiling of the LAAT or manning one of the many guns that armed the aerial vehicle. As they entered the area though, it was obvious that it was already populated, by what seemed to be enormous humanoids wearing metal armor, and carrying massive weapons, as well as rather demonic looking beings.

A frown came across her lips as she stood up and waved a hand. "Gain a bit of altitude but I want to see what these guys are up to." The strange warband seemed to be going into the bathroom, over the sound of the LAAT's engines she could even hear the shouts and roars of their fury, she felt anger and hate from those men down below, a supreme bloodlust that almost overwhelmed her senses. "These creatures.. They are consumed with the dark side."



Davan tapped his foot as the carpet blurred away, and the table began to become smaller and smaller in the distance behind him. As the dining room table got Larger Davan hummed a bit and looked around for any primitive lives that could be taking place, but then he noticed something far more advanced in the kitchen, and his eyes went wide. "Turn around! Let's go back... This is something far too dangerous for us. So just get close, then get out." So the pilot obeyed bringing the LAAT closer towards the kitchen, to get in closer to whateve rit was Raynor's folks were doing before quickly turning tail and burning back towards the coffee table.

New smells. New hunting grounds. Most importantly new prey. The Brass Hunter had seen fit to reward his Hounds with this strange boon. It had been a mere few hours ago that the Hounds had embarked on their ships after a succesful hunt ready for more when they had suddenly awoken in this strange place. A massive domicile or house of sorts, and they seem to have been placed near a large bathroom of sorts. Immediately the Hunt-Master had ordered bikers to scout the edges of the doors and as far as the bathroom. The reports back were intriguing. Seemingly, a large metal plate with a connection to the immaterium had been found, and within had been a stockpile of munitions and other supplies. Gifts from the Red God no doubt. In addition the bikers had seen the edges of a rather large community, ripe for the Hounds to plunder. The Hunt-Master ordered a march towards these two targets, both to quickly blood his men in this new land and to establish a base.

Not too far into their march an unidentified ship was spotted above the marching host, high enough to be just out of the range of their largest guns. Many called for the Helldrakes to tear it apart... but the Hunt-Master had a better idea. "Mad Dog. Call Rakgol and his Pack. The Warp Talons deserve an early blooding don't you think?", Mad dog nodded, and called for the Warp talon Alpha.

Rakgol looked skyward, his neck craning in his ancient power armour to see where the Hunt-master had pointed. Hanging in the sky was his packs new prey, a large ship listing lazily far above the marching warband, no doubt beleiving itself safe out of the range of the Hounds guns. He looked back to his lord and growled his approval before pouncing back to his pack. The other four talons snarled and clawed at one another as they waited for their Alpha's return, not unlike petty birds of prey. Rakgol perched himself just above them and let out a low, guttural growl to get their attention. In the packs own stange form of communication he informed them of their new prey which caused much joy amongst them to be the first in the warband to be blooded in this strange new place. Rakgol snarled the order to begin, and the five daemons ripped their way out of realspace with their target held in their minds eye.

It was then that Padawan Taka'ki felt a dark shiver crawl up her spine. She turned and looked at the troopers, her hand pulling her lightsaber free from her belt and igniting it with a humming sound, the moisture in the air around the laser blade sizzling and crackling as it turned to steam. The clones standing there with her turned and some seemed confused for a moment, but one lifted his rifle and seemed to be at the ready. "Get us out of here!" Taka'ki shouted towards the pilot, and the LAAT turned heavily preparing to take off back towards their base. "WE need to go.. These men.. They are pure evil."

Unfourtanetly for the young padawan and her retinue, it was far too late. For the talons had their scent in the warp... even if they had beem able to gain distance you could not run from the immaterium. Rakgol burst forth first, his claw breaching reality straight into the back of one of the confused troopers, blood spraying as the rest of the Daemon thing that was once a man burst through. Inside and around the ship the rest of his pack arrived, one smashing against the outside of the cock pit, his claws buried through the thick material to slash at the pilot within. The other outside materialized at the back thrusters and set about ripping them apart. The remaining two joined Rakgol in the cabin and set about the other troopers, their growls and howls mingling with trooper grunts and screams. One, Marsik, set his eyes on the woman and her glowing sword. Tossing his previous prey from his blood slick claws he lunged at the padawan, wishing to claim her for the Blood Lord himself.

For a moment Taka'ki was frozen in fear, her eyes staring at the brutality being tossed about her, watching as a trooper was tossed out of the ship and fell towards the carpet below. She stumbled a bit but caught herself just as Marsik came towards her. Her lightsaber came around in a flurry as she cut through one of his wrists and then sheared off a chunk of the warp talon's head. However it was too late to stop the daemon as his body came crashing into hers, and she she tumbled from the ship with a scream. Her lightsaber fell from her hand as she reached for the ship as if she might suddenly be able to grab it. Though all hope for that was lost as it suddenly veered and began careening towards the ground flames billowing from it, and more troopers falling lifelessly towards from the vehicle.

With one talons claws impaling the pilot and the other having torn apart the ships thrusters its rapid descent had been inevitable. Rakgol watched Marsik get cut as he careened out of the ship with the woman, the Alpha letting out a shriek to tell the pack to abandon ship as he hurled himself after them. His jump pack ignited with hellish fire as he boosted toward his brood mates corpse and its killer. A hellish howling shriek echoed from his helm as he sped towards the woman, grabbing her and pulling her into a crushing embrace away from his comrades corpse. He turned back for only a moment to see the rest of his pack escaping the now flaming wreck as it plummeted downwards surrounded by the corpses of its former occupants. He snarled looking at the woman, the leering red eyes of his helmet and the warp twisted face mask exuding an intense hatred as they plummeted towards the Warband; Rakgol veering towards the Hunt-Master using his jump jets.

He slammed down feet first before his Lord, screeching loudly at him and restraining the woman. His pack landed around him, one of them dropping Marsik's corpse at their feet as they joined the Alpha's screeching with their own angry howls before the mad dog silenced them with a roar. "By what right do you speak to the Hunt-Master so harshly?!", he shouted above their howls and screeches, the pack shrinking somewhat under his angry gaze. Before the dog could continue the Hunt-Master jammed a finger at the woman held by Rakgol, "What, is that?", he stared at her atop his massive mount, his terminator bulk only adding to his immense size.

Squirming in Rakgol's tight hug Taka'ki was breathing harder than before, her eyes bulging slightly as she stared at the terminator behemoth that stood pointing at her. She wondered if she could take them by surprise and escape. Suddenly an intense blast of the force erupted from her, and sent Rakgol spinning and tumbling across the ground. Dropping onto her rear she stood and started to run as quickly as she could, her lightsaber wasn't that far, and she extended her hand having it quickly zoom through the air back to her hand. As soon as it landed in her palm she didn't even try to turn back to fight though, she just kept running as hard as possible.

The Warp talon brood screeched and flared their packs ready to go after her to avenge their comrades death and Alpha's humiliation, but were knocked aside as the Hunt-Masters steed surged forward. The massive Juggernaut pounded after her with the Hunt-Master's gaze locked upon her . The Juggernaut skidded along her side to come before her, growling in its guttural Daemonic ic voice as the Hunt-Master slid of his mount to stand before the padawan. He drew only his smaller blade, the massive butchers knife was still the size of her leg and it writhed and seemed to scream in her mind in agony. He stepped forward, brandishing his blade at the padawan.

Taka'ki ignited her saber and gulped, he was massive but still seemed to wield a metal blade... no matter how wrong it felt or big it was it was still metal. She brought her lightsaber up towards his chest intent on carving a hole in it only to be parried by the seemingly metal blade. Her mind raced as fear overtook her senses before his free hand had closed around her neck and she was lifted before being tossed back into the ground. Dazed upon impact she lost her saber on the carpet, desperately trying to find it before she felt a massive foot smash her into the floor roughly.

The Hunt-Master leaned down, holding the small saber in his hand and putting it before her face, "Looking for this?", he sneered in a whisper before placing it on his belt. He looked up at Mad dog, "Shackle her in brass and chain her to my Juggernaut. Khorne has blessed this xenos and given her to me as a gift. She will no doubt be of use.", Mad dog nodded and shouted for shackles.

Less than three minutes later her hands were in full shackles of brass which were themselves attached to a brass collar about her neck which had been chained to the Hunt-Masters own Juggernauts massive black iron collar. She now marched alongside them, to afraid to try anything so close to this behemoth... but this was only the beggining of her new hellish life amongst Khorne's chosen.

And so the Warband marched on, eventually the vanguard made 'contact' with the locals. The Hunt-Master gave a very simple instruction to be followed in dealing with the natives, 'Slay only those worthy enough to fight back. Leave all others alive to become our slavestock. We will need them.'. With this only stipulation, the vangurad rushed forth with the rest of the warband joining bhind them. The completely unprepared natives hadn't stood a chance, and were in bondage in but an hour or so, any brave enough to fight back dead.

After this, the Khorneates set about preparing their new home. Using explosives they dug holes in the tile and carpet, creating trench works, pillboxes and other defenses ranging from crude and brutal to effeciently simple. They worked tirelessly to set up their new home, for the Brass Hounds knew only of war and would not be caught unprepared. The Hunt-Master watched it all, his new pet still chained to his steed. Truly, Khorne had brought them to a new land of plenty, and perhaps it would be here that he would finally ascend to Princedom. He chuckled quietly, itching for war to begin anew.

Orders were sent out to the Banshee teams.

The Banshees took flight, one squad following the LAAT that visited the Sector and others followed to the other Sectors. With active camouflage, they should be able to pass without alerting enemies.

Emperor Aemon stands over a table covered in crudely drawn maps, rough reports from the dwarven flying scouts. They where mostly trapped in this area, a small shaft of light came from a crack far below. The dwarves estimated that it could take weeks to find safe passage down, longer if they had to tunnel through the soft walls of the cavern. With all his people and armies, much less the dwarves and mages, the provisions they had wouldn't last. The dragons grew restless, gravely displeased that they could not move freely. Aemon looked at the maps frustrated, action must be taken.

Aemon managed to convince the dragons to help carry some Dwarven engineers and Golems down to the crack under the door. They rapidly carved a hole into the soft wood of the door. With the strength of dragons and dwarves the hole was cut open and widened large enough for a dragon to slip through, albeit snugly. The elder red dragon slipped through and looked about, and vaguely noticed the LAAT floating about the ceiling but the dragon ignored the distant fighter, more concerned with its immediate surroundings. The Shade master exits the closet and into the hallway, instantly he stares up LAAT, feeling.... something. a presence like a fellow mage, but different. The mystery intrigues him, so many new mysteries to solve. Several Golems left through the door establishing a perimeter, although it was redundant as the locals had scattered the moment the dragon crawled though the opening.

The dwarves rigged some large cranes, utilizing some salvaged cables and wood in the dusty corners of the closet. Using these cranes they lowered the civilians and armies down through what seemed like miles of empty air. On the ground the Arch mage Izalith was called over to a large plate in the floor, "Izalith, this plate thrums with arcane energies. we are unsure of its purpose but we found dozens of mana crystals and provisions on it."

The witch Izalith replies, but her eyes fixed at a distant point while she thinks of something else. "Very well, split the mana with the Dwarves. I am sure they will need it as much as we do... I... am sure that the Emperor will distribute the other supplies as needed."

The Emperor, his General, and Thrane gather at the base of the plate with Izalith, distributing the supplies as best they could and setting a plan of action. Aemon spoke first, "we need to establish defenses and shelter first and foremost. this room seems to be easily defensible with the one entrance."

Thrane nodded, "I agree, we shall build a fortress around the entrance with cannons, walls and spikes. Ill have my engineers on it immediately." he paused in thought a moment, "... However, i do not know what to build them with, we have no forges, no quarry, nothing."

The Emperor grimaced, "send out your scouts, we will find you the materials you need. For now.. build temporary defenses, wooden spike walls with my incinerators and gunners. It should keep out all but the most determined foe."

Izalith chimed in, still distant in thought "A few mages on the line will ensure that nothing will get through save for a true siege army."

staring down at the maps the Emperor nodded, he didn't bother tasking the dragons with anything. They would do as they wished, chances where high that they would go out hunting at some point and would bring back news of their exploration. Shortly there after the group broke up and began sending their people off to their tasks. The dragonfly scouts flew out of the hole cut in the base of the door and fanned out, a squadron going in each direction. For the time being they avoided going down stairs and kept their patrol to the upper level. The Shade Master flew off with the squadoron that was going in the same direction as the LAAT.

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The General watched as he troops trailed the tail of the LAAT as it gently sailed pass them in the hall way, not daring to venture deeper into their territory. As it flew off, a Hydra flak tank was rolled up in case it did happen to come back. The vehicle was certain of unknown origins, it didn't have any of the very industrial look that most Imperial vehicles had and wasn't black and spiky and desecrated enough to be Chaos. Clearly there was more than just Chaos who lurked these halls, some other xenos race must have also been transported here.

Soon after a decision was reached to send ariel scouts of their own down the stairs were previously the vehicles couldn't. A single Valkyrie was sent down along with a full transport of 10 troopers and the two most diplomatic people the Emperor had provided the regiment along with the proud banner of the 603rd. A Preist had also found his way inside, albeit a bit squished given the limited room in the craft but he said something about "suffering for the Emperor" and made his way in with little complaint. It seem liked a good mix of being able to be somewhat friendly and able to shoot a few things should things get messy; there was about two dozen or so men praying for the expeditionary party's safety and that no Heldrakes or something would decide to make a meal of them, hopefully the Emperor's prayer lines weren't too full at the moment.

"Oh great god-emperor of mankind! May our humble prayers reach thy divine ears and bless our brave soldiers. The foul taint of Chaos may crawl below us in their rightful hell, but our faith in you is unwavering! Unflinching! Undoubting!" The priest cried to the mass of people, some non-militant Adepta Soroitas flanking him along with some lesser clergymen, "May your righteous divinity see us through these new and uncertai--"

The power plate crackled to life, startling the tech priests and guardsmen around it. A few brave, curious ones stayed as many scampered away. Energy reading where going crazy but no warp energy was dedicated. One man tried to rush forward to break the plate out of fear but was kept thrown back by a pair of Tech Priests who were dead set on observing the strange plate. Then, with a flash of color, a cache of munitions appeared. Lasgun power packs, containers of bolter rounds and autocannon ammunition, pallets of ordinance shells and several drums of grenades had been gifted to the 603rd and amongst them laid three guardsmen strewn over the munitions, knocked out and unaware of where they were.

"Um... Where are we?" one of them said as they slowly came too, witness the other ranks of fellow Imperial troopers all around, auspexes showing they had no taint of the warp like the rest of the men.

The General personally came over to welcome the new trio of soldiers, "Welcome to-" Karthis paused; there was no official name for the place they were in. Quickly running a list through his head, he made a decision that would influence the rest of the soldiers, "Welcome to the Great House of the Emperor. He is with us even in this new world." The two hands of the general and the soldier locked in a firm handshake as around of applause circled around the room and the soldiers descended on to the Requistion Plate to harvest their blessed gains from the Emperor.